“Vol…” Kurel’s voice lowly rumbled out with a slight hitch of question. The troll along with Severin, Tailan, and a few other crew members were all gathered on the deck of the ship staring up high into the masts. Onyx was up there, not quite so in the crows nest, but high enough for it to be dangerous. She was shouting something, laughing, making sounds of glee. For a moment shadow wept from around the black crown across Kurel’s face and his head turned upwards to travel the outline of the mast where along a rail he saw the shimmering figure of Onyx dancing. “Why is she up there?”
“She go’ dah feel goods, mon.” He chuckled with a grin, but there was some concern beneath that zandalari accent of his.
“An’ whys she have that?” Suspicious. Kurel was always suspicious of anything that might directly involve the troll.
“She a’e dah t’istle berry brownie I bake.” Confessed Volatile.
“She’s goanna fall.” Added Severin, who was the most stricken between them all.
“Think she’d haunt the ship, if it killed her?” Tailan asked, which earned him an answer from Severin’s hand smacking the back of his head.
“Ain’ lookin’ to find out. Get up there an’ get her down, Severin.” Kurel ordered, but just as he was starting to turn away and as Severin started to get to climbing, little miss Onyx took her final pirouette and slipped from off her balance beam, under the impression that she some sort of beautiful bird just wanting to soar above the sails. Gasps rang out from all around and Vol shoved Kurel hard enough in the back that it made him stumble forward. That put the desert born right beneath Onyx’s gravity dive and before Kurel could even whirl around to be mad, his little shadow landed on him.
Kurel hit the deck front first with a rather loud roar of pain. He bit the inside of his cheek, split his lip, and tasted blood. His back hurt now, frankly more than his chin did.
“Captain, my captain.” He heard Onyx sing, then felt her move. Only instead of moving off of him, she simply adjusted and wrapped her smaller arms around his sides to hug him from behind, nuzzling inbetween his shoulder blades. There was a burning pain he realized then. A wetness which was forming on the left side she squeezed and it was because her knife had cut him in her landing.
“Yup~” He grumbled in controlled annoyance. Waiting for Volatile to pry her off of him, before the idea of bleeding out onto the ship won in favor over seeing someone who could stitch him up.